“Oh! The snow, the beautiful snow,
Filling the sky and the earth below!”
Joseph Warren Watson
It’s beginning to look like Christmas
Around here in the great northland
I awoke to a most wondrous sight
Brilliant white snowflakes quite grand
I dressed very quickly early this morning
And I rushed outside to frolic with my dogs
And it wasn’t very long before my wife joined us
Tearing herself away from the warmth of fireside logs
Very soon, the two of us were hard at work
Constructing a huge snowman right out back
And before very long, that inner kid came out
So I hit her with a gigantic snowball – ‘Whack!’
She wasn’t about to be bested by me
She scooped up a shovelful of snow
Very silently creeping up behind me
And on my chilly head, merrily let it go
And of course, my joyous dogs joined right in
Soon, I found myself sprawled upon the ground
And now, we had a huge snowy ‘free for all’ fight
There wasn’t one frown to be found anywhere around
It’s beginning to look like Christmas,
Around here in the great northland;
I awoke to a most wondrous sight,
Brilliant white snowflakes quite grand
©2007, Mr. Ed
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it really is hard to imagine Christmas without snow and don't even get me started with putting up christmas lights in shorts
It just doesn't make it
R~
Be safe,
Karen
We get an inch and the country comes to a halt.
Enjoy the fun. but keep your woolly hat on and winter thermals...
Love Tinky
I love this look at your anow paradise!
Love and blessings!
Susan
Thank you for such an uplifting poem this morning.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
I am in the north east myself now
with 14" of white powder under my boots
and me and my grandsons are planing
to build a snowman in the front lawn on this beautiful sunday mornning, is it not great how a snow fall brings the childhood
out of all of us.
Peace be with you
William
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Love,
Tiger Lily
Jasmin Horst
You brought back sweet memories - when I was a kid, when there was a sufficient snowfall, here in OLE BAWLMER, MERLYN - all the neighborhood kids would just naturally migrate up the several city blocks, to RIVERSIDE PARK. Oh, an occasional snowball would be thrown, just in sheer devilment, but invariably the BAD GUYS, from the OTHER SIDE of the park, you know, the DARK SIDE - would decide to RAID us. That's when the REAL WAR began!
We would then build walls to be our fortress, form an assembly line of snowball MAKERS, and the guys with the BEST ARMS, usually the baseball pitchers, would get behind the wall, and bombard the opponents, like firing HAND GRENADES. Then, an occasional SORTY would be run, with our FASTEST RUNNERS, who would attack the FOES WALL, and sometimes manage to KICK HOLES in it!
Sometimes these scrimmages would go on for hours. As the sun began to set, everybody automatically knew it was time to go home for supper. And once in awhile, we would even return to the BATTLEGROUND for a NIGHT SKIRMISH. Although the casualties were usually minimal, if an ICE BALL WHOPPED somebody in the head, the next day he would be a WOUNDED HERO, sporting a SHINER!
THOSE WERE THE DAYS, MY FRIEND... NEVER LET THE CHILD WITHIN ESCAPE!
Peace, Tom.
Carole~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Try to stay warm and stay safe!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Christine (hope you made some snow angels too)